By Makoto Sagara
Disclaimers: I don't own Weib, though I do lay claim to Youji and partially to Ken. ^_^;;; I promise no Weib boy was hurt in the writing of this fic, but afterwards, I have no idea. You'd have to ask them. ^^;;; This is told from both Youji and Aya's point of views. I hope I don't screw up Aya too badly. I'm not used to writing from his perspective.
Rating: PG-13, depending on how much detail goes into this and how badly Youji can keep his mouth under control. >_Summary: Youji gets tired of Aya's hideous wardrobe and decides to do something about it. This fic was inspired by Aya's orange sweater.
Pairing: None so far.
~Aya~
Youji finally drug himself out of his bed. I looked at my watch. Noon. The Koneko would open in an hour. Bum! Omi and Ken had been up since 10 a.m., and I woke up at nine. Why did he get to be different, and sleep until whenever? So what if we had a late mission? We always have late missions. Youji is just a lazy, good-for-nothing.
"How nice of you to join us this lovely Sunday afternoon, Yo-tan. What time did you finally get in last night?" Ken chirped behind his fifth cup of coffee this morning.
No wonder you are so tired, baka. Who'd you sleep with this time?
~Youji~
I woke up groggily. Looked at my watch. Ahhh, it's noon already. Bet Ran is loving this. Oh well, time to get up. I grabbed my robe, threw my smokes into the pocket, and lit one as I headed for the kitchen.
What the hell is that smell? Ran must be cooking. He should leave that to someone who can, i.e., anyone but him. I shoved down the urge to puke and smoothly walked in towards the coffee pot.
I poured myself a cup from the almost empty pot and sat down across from Ken at the table. I felt the usual "You're a lazy, good-for-nothing lay about" glare from Ran. Eh, he'd give it to me anyway. I let it slide and finished my cigarette.
"How nice of you to join us this lovely Sunday afternoon, Yo-tan. What time did you finally get in last night?" Ken chirped at me. I hate chipper people!
Another death glare from the maker of the obviously burnt concoction on the stove.
"Four, I think. How many of those have you had, Hidaka?"
"He's had five, and if he drinks anymore, he's staying outside to be trampled by the girls." Omi put in from inside the fridge.
I snickered as I stood to pour another cup of coffee, and noticed Ken's face grow oddly calm. He stood up, and that's when I noticed his clothes. Sky blue ribbed top, skintight; black leather pants; and a hideous orange t-shirt tied around his waist. He was doing just fine till that ugly t-shirt.
I snatched the orange shirt off his hips, faster than he could blink. Then, I gave him a big lazy smile.
"If it weren't for moves like that, Kudou, no one would even know that you were an assassin." Ran finally spoke, icily.
I turned around and winked at him. "I have even better moves that I'd LOVE to show you, if you are interested."
"Go to hell, Kudou!"
I looked at him. Red heads should never wear orange. He was in his outrageous orange sweater and some green pants. He looked like a fucking flower in the Koneko. "Already there, Fujimiya."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Did you dress in the dark, Ran?"
"What?"
"You look like a sick flower."
Omi started giggling, but ran out of the kitchen, to safety, before Ran could turn on him. At least he had some sense of style. He was wearing that green vest with those tan cargo shorts he likes so much. I helped him pick them out last year.
Ken just sat down at the table, like he was watching the best thing on TV.
"Don't you have somewhere else to be, Hidaka?"
"Nope. This is more entertaining, anyway." He put his elbows on the table and propped his head in his hands.
~Aya~
He comes in late, sleeps until noon, smokes in the house, and then insults my clothes. All this from the man who walks into a kitchen of men in a short black silk robe, which barely covers his lithe form? Where the hell does he get the nerve?
"I got dressed in something comfortable that covers all of my body, unlike you."
"Who said I was dressed yet? I just wanted a damn cup of coffee after I woke up. Last time I checked, that wasn't a capital crime. Though what you are wearing should be." Youji snapped back.
"Oh, like you could do so much better?"
"You bet. The clothes you wear should be burned and buried. They are hideous with a capital H!"
"Fine! Then you can dress you, and leave me alone. Fuck you!" I stormed out of the kitchen to my room, and breezed past a still giggling Omi in the hallway.
"Shut up, Taketori!"
He stopped. Good. He knows his role.
I walked into my room and slammed the door. Walking to the mirror, I looked at my reflection. What is wrong with what I was wearing? They matched, didn't they? Why do I care? Damn you, Kudou!!!
~Youji~
Damn, I think I pissed him off. He even yelled at poor Omi, who didn't do anything but giggle like the teenager he was. Why was he so touchy? He can't handle the truth. Heh. Too bad.
I poured another cup of coffee and headed off to my room to get changed for the day. The shop would be opening in about 20 minutes.
I pushed open the door to my room and looked around. Clothes were in every available space of the room. The floor, my dresser, and the two chairs I had by the window were buried in clothes. Hmmm, maybe one day I should clean up… Nah. That would require caring. And that is something I just don't have right now.
I picked through the clothes, and found a nice red top that covered most of my stomach and a pair of jeans that hugged my hips. They were clean. Nice. Looking at my reflection, I wondered what Ran would look like with the right shade of purple in a shirt to bring out those sexy eyes. Get that thought out right now, Youji. You'd need to surgically remove that sword from his asshole first. Oh well, hopefully we could get through work without killing each other.
Found my boots and put them on. Walked out into the kitchen to see Ken searching for more coffee.
"Remember what Omi said? You really don't want to have to deal with all those girls, do you, Ken?"
"Um, not really." He backed away from the cupboard and the coffee pot, towards the table.
"Where's Omi?"
"After Aya yelled at him, he decided to go down and start opening the shop. I said I would stay up here in case Aya tried to come down there."
"Alright, I'm going to go help him. You stay out of the coffee, and watch out for Ran." I headed for the stairs, which lead to the shop below.
"Hey, Youji, why do you call him Ran, when he wants to be called Aya?"
"Because Aya is a girl's name, and he's too much of a dick to be a chick." I winked at him.
"Um, kay." He said confusedly.
As soon as I entered the shop, I saw Omi sitting on the counter, wiping away tears. "Hey, kid, you didn't actually let that jerk get to you, did you?"
He sat straight up and hopped off the counter, ready to strike. "Oh, it's just you, Youji."
"Ok, that makes me feel loved."
"Sorry. I was just worried…"
"…That I was Ran. No problem. So, is there anything else that needs to be done before we open the doors?" I looked outside, and noticed that we already had "visitors". "I don't want to have to actually work while the jackals are here."
Omi smiled and headed to the sink in the back room. "Like you ever want to work? The flowers in the front windows need to be watered." He came back in with a watering can full of water.
"Gotcha. And I do work, but only when it is absolutely necessary." I gave him my best lazy smile.
"Only you, Youji."
"I know." I grabbed the watering can and started to tend to the poor plants in the windows, while Omi opened the doors.
An hour later, Ran came down, with a shocked Ken following him.
It took me an hour to finally calm down from the blinding fury that I felt. Why was I so angry with Youji? I never let him and his antics get to me. Why was today different?
I looked at my clothes again. The orange sweater was my favorite. Ok, the pants were a bit much, but I didn't really care about those. I stand behind a counter most of my time at the shop. Work clothes are different. All black. I looked again and saw a brown stain on both my sweater and jeans. Shit, I really should watch what I am doing when I cook, and I'm angry. It just doesn't mix well. I gave up trying to figure out why I was so angry,and had a brilliant idea.
I came out of Youji's room and walked down into the shop. Everything was up and running fine without me. Must have been Omi. Shit, I should apologize. I'll do it later in private. I headed to the counter and looked behind me. There was Ken, with his mouth almost gaping. Then I looked at the other two. Youji was smirking and Omi was trying not to drown in his inability to speak.
"Aya-sama, you look so good." I looked at who had spoken to me. One of Sakura-chan's friends stood in front of me with wide eyes and a shy smile on her lips.
"Arigatou. Now, I have to go speak to Omi-kun, before his jaw breaks when it hits the floor."
She giggled self-consciously, but moved out of my way. Damn, these girls are so annoying sometimes. Didn't they have somewhere else to be on a Sunday afternoon?
Omi was still trying to find something to say when I walked over to him. "Problems, Omi-kun?" I asked slyly.
"When did you and Youji-san switch bodies?"
I laughed and grabbed an apron to start working on some arrangements that were going out later that day.
So, I didn't have to rip the stick out his ass after all. I looked at him and that's when I notice those were MY cream leather pants and blue shirt on Ran's sexy ass. Well, at least he matched and didn't look like a sick flower anymore. Now, he looked… Well, like a red-haired me. And damn good too.
I heard Omi's question and had to snicker. Ran definitely wasn't acting like Ran/Aya today. He WAS acting like me. And here I was, acting all responsible. Hmmm. I think I need a vacation. I went back to watering the plants, dodging all the groupies in my way.
"Ken, I have a couple of deliveries I need you to run out. Do you think you could stop looking dopey?" Omi said sarcastically.
Ken shook his head, walked over to the counter, picked up a few of the orders and slips, and left the store. A few girls followed him outside to his bike.
I made my way finally toward the counter on my watering. I looked over at Ran again. Even covered up with an apron, he managed to look damn good. Shit, I knew that I was attracted to him the moment I met him, but he is always so cold and rigid that I never thought anything about it really. I kind of like my interests to have a sense of warm. Like Ken, or Omi, if he was legal that is. But, then again, Omi is a little too innocent for my taste. Ken would be great, if he wasn't so damn straight.
Yeah, I still liked women. In fact, Manx was still one of the sexiest women I knew, even with those socks and the dress. But, I'd be more than willing to help her dress herself. That is, after I helped her undress. That would be lovely, but my charm had yet to affect her. Oh, well. Her loss.
He stood at the counter, arranging flowers for orders, with a frown upon his evil face. Damn, from this side of his face, he looked evil, attractive, and dangerous all at the same time. I like challenges like that. That's when I had an idea that might get me killed, but would be fun in the process.
I put the can back in the backroom, and came in to work on some arrangements myself. I stood on the other side of Omi, as far from Ran as possible. Better to keep someone between us while he was dressed in my clothes.
Ken was acting odd. I was kind of happy when Omi got him to actually work for a change. He was starting to make me uncomfortable with the way he was staring at me. Not that I would let anyone here know that. The girls made me more uncomfortable than the other guys I had to work with. They never took the hint that I wasn't interested in them. It's like they didn't care. What could I do about it, except hope that they went away to their homes?
Ken left to make deliveries and it was normal for a while. Omi ran the register while I arranged flowers and Youji watered the flowers in the pots. I was into this arrangement of red roses, white carnations, and violets that were supposed to go out later today, when I felt a familiar pair of eyes on me. I looked over at Youji who was walking to the backroom. Hmm. I wonder if he is mad at me for wearing his clothes.
His room is a mess. I had to step around these gigantic piles of clothes everywhere. How many clothes does one guy need? He has more clothes than Aya-chan did. Of course, she was a younger girl before the accident happened. This isn't helping my mood any. I went back to thinking about the flowers, when Youji came back and worked on some arrangements of his own. I snuck a look at him around Omi.
He looked quite relaxed in his clothes. His pants were tight and low on his hips. His shirt was tight and cropped, almost a mid-drift but not quite that high. He really did look good. His unruly blond hair kept sliding into his eyes, and he kept moving it behind his ears. It was amusing, slightly. Why didn't he just tie it back like normal? I stopped staring at him before someone noticed that I was looking too interested in him.
He has always been the laziest of us when it came to the shop. He did a good job, when he wasn't flirting with the under-aged girls in here all the time. He seemed to enjoy the laid back atmosphere of the shop. Even I tried not to be so uptight when were in the Koneko. Besides, I like plants, and flowers are really nice.
My friends always teased me about the fact that I liked flowers. That was one of the things Aya-chan and I could do together at home. We had a garden, and it was very beautiful, mostly to Aya-chan's work. I just tried to help her out from time to time. I guess it helped me fit in better for this place.
He seemed too at home with the plants and the girls crawling all over him. He was the only one who didn't seem appalled by the "visitors" that we had everyday. Must be because he is the most charming and they don't try to paw him. He has already told them all that they are too young for him. "I don't care about little girls who are under 18. Talk to me when you grow up." And yet, they still adored him. I couldn't blame them either.
He was so damned arrogant when Manx introduced us. Leaning against the wall, his sunglasses resting on his nose halfway, lit cigarette on his lips, and a cocky smile on his face. He hasn't changed any since then. He goes out at anytime during the night and comes in hung over in the morning. He always looks like some beautiful woman just laid him. Damn him. If he weren't so cocky, maybe I'd let up on him a little. Why does he have to be such an ass?
But he does dress nicely…. Ouch. Kuso. I just stuck my finger with a thorn off of one of the roses. Guess I should take that as a sign to pay attention to what I'm doing and stop daydreaming about Youji and his clothes… Shimatta, there I go again.
He was definitely distracted. He wasn't paying attention when he stuck that thorn in his finger so hard that it started to bleed profusely.
"Omi, watch the shop while I take Sleeping Beauty here to clean out his finger that he stuck on the spindle." I grabbed Ran's hand and drug him, protesting loudly, to the sink in the backroom.
Omi was giggling again. One day last week, I had caught him watching that stupid Disney movie on TV. I promised I wouldn't tell Ken and Ran about it, but this was too good a chance to pass on. I had to make a crack on both of them. He just stayed at the register, giggling and burning bright red across his cheeks.
"Let go of me, Kudou!"
"No, Fujimiya, your finger is bleeding. Even if it's not infected or dirty, you need a band-aid. You were getting blood on white carnations. I don' t think the little old lady who ordered that bouquet wanted blood-spotted carnations." I turned on the faucet and shoved his hand under. "Wash it. I've got to look for the first aid kit."
"Fine." He had the nerve to snarl at me. This is the last time I try to act concerned for him. "Look under the sink." He added, nicer.
There it was, sitting on the floor under the big basin sink. I grabbed it and looked for the band-aids and antiseptic.
"You gonna dry your hands?" I asked him.
He snatched a near-by paper towel and dried his hands. I handed him the antiseptic and ignored the obvious death glare he was giving me. He placed it on the deep cut, and looked at me expectantly. I helped him place the bandage on his finger. He just glared at me.
"You could at least say thank you."
"Thank you."
"Now, was that so hard? It didn't kill you, did it?"
He didn't say anything. Perpetual silence.
"Whatever, you asinine jerk. I hope you have to have it amputated." I turned and started out of the storeroom.
"Wait."
I turned back around. "What?" I snapped at him.
"Thank you, Youji."
"Well, you have been a jerk. No, jerk doesn't begin to describe how you have been behaving. First, you jump on me when I come in for coffee. Then, you yell at Omi for giggling. Then, you come into the shop an hour late. Finally, you are wearing MY clothes. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I…I don't know."
"Whatever. Just go back to being yourself and there wont be any problems. But, just for the record, you look damn good in my clothes."
"You aren't angry?"
"No. Just next time, you have to let me help you pick them out." I winked suggestively at him.
Oh my god. The boy is actually blushing.
"Did I actually look like a sick flower?"
"Um, yeah. Look, Ran, you are nice looking, but don't wear orange or pink. That's just disgusting. It clashes. Ok?"
"Sure. Another question… Why do you have so many clothes?"
"Because I'm lazy. And I like to go out. So I buy a lot of clothes. When I leave here with big garbage bags, that's my dry cleaning. Not trash. Which is why I yelled at Ken the time he decided to "help" me take my "trash" out my room." I scowled. "Could you do me a favor though?"
"Um, sure."
"Stay outta my room when I'm not in there." I left him in the storeroom to be on his own.
The rest of the day went by in a blur. The girls were there all day. Youji flirted. Ken tried to dodge them while he was getting the deliveries. Omi just manned the register and tried to make the most out of the limited space in the store. I just ignored them as best as possible while I worked.
Finally, the time to close came. Youji, smooth as ever, managed to back the last of the girls out of the door while talking to them. Sometimes, I'm jealous of the way he can handle people. I took off my apron, and walked into the storeroom to get more water for some of the plants. An hour later, the store was all done and the four of us headed up to the apartment
Ken, tired and worn out from having to dodge girls and run orders, trudged to his room. Omi headed to the kitchen for something to eat. Youji headed into the living room and lit another one of those nasty cigarettes of his. I headed to my room to think a little.
I hadn't been attracted to anyone since my parents died. I haven't allowed myself to get close to anyone really. I have been obsessed with killing Taketori and trying to save Aya-chan. There hasn't been much to my life than that, except following Persia's orders, and trying not to go off and kill the other members of Weib before my mission was over. But, recently, I don't know. Youji has been getting under my skin unlike anyone else I have ever known.
I wasn't even sure if I was sexually attracted to him or his attitude. But, every time he comes into the kitchen in his little robe, all the blood goes directly to my loins, and any rational thought I might have had before then is lost. Ok, so maybe I was a little attracted to him. He has that sexy lazy smile, and that "devil may care, but I sure don't" attitude. Maybe, just maybe, it was just him. I sighed. This will get me nowhere quickly.
I changed out of the clothes that I borrowed from Youji, and changed into whatever I had lying around the room. Unfortunately, it was the orange sweater and jeans I had on earlier. I walked down to Youji's room, and knocked on the door. A muffled, "Come in" came through the door.
I opened the door and tried to hand him his clothes back, but he jumped up and got in my face as soon as the door opened. I reached for my katana, but it wasn't there. Damn. It was with my coat in my closet. I was stuck to face him with no weapon, but my hands, and they had his clothes. Shit. Ran, could you be any stupider?
"That's it, Fujimiya! We are gonna get rid of all that shit you call clothes. Now!" He grabbed my hand and dragged me back to my room.
"Get off me, Kudou!" I hissed at him. "You aren't doing anything to my clothes."
"Yes I am. I'm sick of seeing you wear that ugly sweater. And the pink hued button down too." He flung open the door to my room and stomped up to my closet.
Ok, so maybe I overreacted a little. But shit, I'm tired of seeing a perfectly attractive guy dress like an idiot. I mean Ken had better sense of style. Not to imply that Ken was stupid or ugly. Far from it. Damn, I'm going off on a tangent.
"Youji, let me go now." Ran yelled at me.
I dropped his hand and opened the closet. I almost yelled at him again. All sorts of oranges, reds, pinks, and other crap like that stared back at me. I also saw some stuff that was somewhat worth keeping, but I was trying not to scream at him. I wouldn't even give some of his clothes to my worst enemy, aka Schwartz.
I pulled out all the really bad colors and threw them on the floor. Out with those orange shirts. Maybe Ken or Omi could do something with them. Out with the pink shit. Why would a man of 20 wear a pink button up shirt anyway?
Then I went through the rest of his clothes. "Black is good. Blue is good. Whoa! An amethyst shirt, just like the one I imagined him in earlier. When did he buy this?" I handed him the shirt and looked at him demandingly. "Put that on, NOW!"
First, he yells at me, getting in my face. Then, he drags me to my room and tells me he is going through my closet. Then, the throws ALL my clothes on the floor, except for the work clothes I have saved. And, finally he starts demanding I change, in front of him, like I was a child. But, what… He is imagining me in different clothes? Huh? What the…
"Put it on, Ran, or I'll put it on you." He scowled. He really shouldn't. He looks better when he smiles, even if he does it at the damnedest times. "Fine. Then, I'll do it." He came up to me, and stripped off my sweater, knocking the shirt I was holding on the floor.
Damn, he looks even better with no shirt on. Slim figure, lightly muscled chest and abs. It's just not fair. He is as near to perfect as anyone could be. With that pale skin and blood red hair, he was so… sexy.
I shook my head and looked up into his amethyst eyes. They were shining and he has a slight blush across his cheeks and nose. He looked positively shy. I didn't think that he could ever be self-conscious. I sighed. "Ran?"
He looked up slowly at my face. "Yes?"
"You… should put on a shirt. I'm not done with… your wardrobe." I managed to get out without letting the images of pinning his sweet ass to the bed and fucking his brains slip out while I was talking.
"Hn. Whatever." He turned and put on the shirt that had fallen to the floor.
Ok, he looked great in that shirt. I had a feeling he would. Now, to get rid of those jeans he had on.
"Do you have any leather pants?"
"Yes."
"Where?"
"Behind my coat."
I looked and sure enough, behind that trench coat he wears, there were a pair of black leather pants. I grabbed them and threw them in his direction. "Put those on then." I didn't look back. I guess I should give him some kind of privacy.
After two minutes of rustling, and a series of grunts and curses, he finally was done.
"Happy now?"
I had to look now. Shit, I'm gonna die, but at least I get to see him in something fucking sexy. I turned. He was standing there with his usual death glare that I think is reserved for me and Taketori,under that wonderfully evil glare, he was in the clothes I had wanted to see him in for so long. All the blood in my body rushed to my groin and I had to remind myself that I was here for a purpose.
"Much better." Was all I could manage. I picked up the pile of "clothes" off the floor, and headed towards the backdoor. Incinerator here I come. That's when I heard the footsteps behind me. A quick glance told me that Ran had decided to join me for the bonfire. Good.
I threw them all in the incinerator as soon as I had the door opened. Then, I turned it on and watched the fire slowly consume all that was the worse part of Ran's clothes.
THAT ASS!!!! He actually burned my clothes! What the hell was I supposed to do now? It's not like I actually like shopping for clothes. Now, I have to replace a good 2/3 of my wardrobe. I couldn't take it.
"KUSO, KUDOU!!!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO THAT FOR? NOW I DON'T HAVE ANY CLOTHES."
"Oh nothing. I guess I'll just have to help you out later, but right now, I'm going to cook something that is edible. You interested?" He smirked. He had the audacity to smirk. I could have killed the bastard at that moment.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I glared at him. (MS: This is what Aya looks like when he glares: ¬_¬. Isn't he cute?)
"Well, I guess tomorrow I'll have to take you shopping. Don't worry." He walked in the house.
I can kill him in three seconds. I know I can. He isn't all that important to the team. Argh…………..
I stalked into the house and headed to my room. I'll get him tomorrow.
End of part 1….. To Be Continued.
Questions, comments, flames and other things are very welcome. ^_^